Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.